You’d be a bulged veinon the side of a foreheadforever locked in a scowlbehind sunglasses.

You speak the language of hornsmiddle name, fingerblood type, combustible

You're a melting *** that's boiled over the lidsweating salt water at the browseyes red as the brake lightsin the maddening brightness,you’re torrential daylightheating nerves like greenhouse gasseswaiting for a reason to explode.

You’re a tropical motilov cocktailno one can afford2 parts anger, 1 part stupiditymelting in place, thirsty for attentionfull of yourself in a souvenir glass with a toothpick umbrellaYou're all image

You’re the curse words breaking out the mouthsof the angry line mob at Starbucks in the morning You’re the indifferent silencein the arena at the Heat games leaving early,showing up latedue to the distancefrom Brickell to Hialeah,West Palm to Pompanothe gap between the entitled and the under-paida skyline of condos in a third world countryYou’ve always been foreign to me.

You’re winterless, no chillyou attract only hurricanesand tourists,shoving anything that isn’t profitableout of the way like the Irma storm debrisinto the backyards of the Liberty City projects,onto Mount Trash Can off the side of the Turnpikehidden beneath Bermuda grass, lined with palm treesyou’re cold bloodedcrawling with iguanasblood-******* mosquitosparking lot ducks and people not afraid to get run overyou get yours, Sofloand you'll go as lowas the flat roofs of your duplexesand the incomes that can barely pay the rent to get itlatitude as attitudetemper as temperatureif you were a body partI swear you’re an *******

south of the brain, one hourin all directions,I’d find you.You’d impose your wayonto my flight to the Philippines,to Seattle, to RaleighYou’d follow me like excess baggage,like gravity,bringing me back when asked where I'm from:

That area north of Miami, I’d say(the suburbs, but whatever, we are hard in our own way)I'd show you off on their mapas if some badge of grit,certificate of aggressionI know how to break a sweatwalk briskly thru Walmart parking lots, drive evasiveride storms in my sleepI know you, I’d say,“He’s a friend of mine.”and I’d watch them light up and recountthe postcards you've sent themof the sunrisewelcoming brown immigrants onto white sand beachesYou were foreign to usyet raised us as your ownin the furnace of your summersedges sharpened, iron on ironthe forger striking softness into swordsbuilt for survivalI'm made of you

my South Floridian anger cools downin your ocean breeze

if you were a body part,you'd be a part of mea socked foot in an And1 sandalpressed to the gas pedalas my drive takes me northof your borders, far from homeYou in the rear view mirrortail-gating like a sports car on the exit rampthe color of the sun

Try too hard,adjectives aren't my thingyou might be as old as you say you arebut it's not very worth itcigarettes and love aren't eitherthe way i look at you?like a 165 poundslab of meati would love to cut up and eator maybe- have you cut me upand eat me instead

"Cause I know how it feels like, I know how that feels. That moment when you told people to get out, to leave, while deep inside you don't want them to. That moment when you said you want to be alone, while the truth you want someone to realize that you need a hug and a shoulder to lean on.

That moment when you said you're fine, while you're dying inside. That moment when you closed your eyes and hope everything's gonna be fine, but you have a war between your heart and brain. That moment when you act like you're brave, but you felt so scared and you're shaking.

We used to swing under the big willow treeWe lived 3 doors down from each otherWe were princesses who fought dragonsWe could save the kingdom and find our prince by lunch timeOur moms laughed and talked about how cute we wereFour years old was a cute age

Fast forward a bitWe went into elementary school innocent and youngBoys had cooties Girls had cootiesKickball always ended with someone getting hit in the faceWe would always sit out feild and pick grass and shape it into a little birds nestLife was goodUntil your parents started fighting and I mean really fighting.It scared me and I would have to go homeI would make you come with methree doors downOur moms didn’t laugh anymoreBy Christmas break your parents were broken up and divorcedEight years old was a confusing age

Junior high was mean.Girls would rip you to shreds and then hang pieces of you on everyone’s lockersBoys just wanted to make outA whirlwind of uncontrolled hormonesWe were the quiet ones Always flew under the radarJust trying to make it out aliveWe found a little spot to each lunch under the stairs where no one would goWe giggled and talked about boys who didn’t even know that we existedI remember crying in the bathroom with you because people were brutal and we weren’t good enough Our moms worried about us and how distant we were becomingThirteen years old was a sad age

Highschool is another story You were put in the hospital for a monthI was left at school aloneI had to find more friendsI found most of them were fakeSo I ate my lunch in a bathroom stallReading all the swear words that were carved in the wallYou were really sick and we grew apartWe were always closeWe will always love each otherYou tried to save me from myselfBut I didn’t let youSeventeen was an important age

Now we are at different collegesI tried to **** myself while you were getting an A on your anatomy testIt’s sad We don’t swing under the big willow tree or fight dragons anymoreOur moms hardly talkYou are a success and I am a failureWe don’t really meshI miss you every day I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for youWe were princesses who lived three doors down, we saved the kingdom.I love youI’m sorry this has fadedJust like everything elseNineteen years old is a dying age.

you met a girl whocried raindrops,tasted of champagne and regret butoh did she love so hardi never got a chance to feel how soft she could bei was too busy drinking in her mahogany eyes andlightly tanned skin-- by the gallon, gulpingtrying to get air in between sips likean aged merlot she was timelessly magnificent.i swear to youshe had the sun within her,could shine so bright but a single cloud could wash it all away,dim her, shroud herin stringy clouds of despair i sweari would've done anythingto burn away those clouds.-a.c.b

Breathe It will pass Breathe This isn't forever Breathe It's only chemicals BreatheThe air will come back Breathe You will be able to stand Breathe The thoughts won't **** you Breathe You are safe here Breathe I swear you'll be okay Breathe Maybe not today Breathe But I promise You'll be okay

It's always you I run back toNo matter what you put me throughThough you tear me right in twoAnd leave me broken, black, and blueWishing I was someone newOr that I could forget the person whoI fell in love with and fell intoThe first one to feel the same way tooOver the years our love stubbonly grewBut deep down inside I think I always knewYou treated me far too good to be trueNow I'm alone with feelings I brewMixed-up and crying tears long overdueFeeling like a fool for letting you undoAll that we worked for and longed to pursueBlind to your black magic and wicked voodooI'm realizing I liked it better when I had no clueOf your selfishishness and the way you threwUs away like trash not worth starting over anewOur relationship you just wanted to outdoMy happiness but it was forced and askew You never knew how many boxes of tissueI went through to get over each issueNever realized you held me together like glueTil these organs started turning to gooMy skin transformed to stone much like a statueInto my sanctuary I carefully withdrewThere I am safe I keep emotions subduedWalls erected block out anything I could misconstrueBut I admit I'm sad we'll never have the chance to redoThe closest I'll get is deja vuYou're permanently on my heart like a tattoo I'll never forget each late-night rendevousOr the nights we wasted determined to argueNow I wish I had them back so I could reviewI wonder how you see it from your point of view?This lonely heart is confused and I'm not sure what to doI've tried but can't seem to bid you adieuBecause it's obvious it's pointless to attempt and renew It hurts just looking at you when we *****Cause I swear I was meant to be with youIt's always you I run back to